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"Uh... I had that last week... that one yesterday... I haven't had that one yet, but it doesn't look very good. I suppose I could try it, after all, if it doesn't work, I just won't order it again. Alright, I'll have the... multichip mocha, with an extra shot of chocolate, two pumps of foam, shaken, not stirred."

"Yes ma'am, I'll get that out to you in just a moment."

I chuckle at that, turning from the counter to head out and find a table to sit at. I'm actually a guy, but for some reason, it makes me feel better when I get confused for a girl. I don't do anything to try, yet it still happens. I mean, I have wide hips, no muscles, and I just seem to have that girly figure, but my hair is short, my chest completely flat, and I wear almost nothing but pants. My slimming black fur doesn't really help, but the paint-splatter like white spots covering my legs and shoulders get covered when I wear pants.

I find a nice table to sit at in the corner, away from everyone, taking a seat and pulling my laptop out of my bag, propping it open and setting it down.

"Visto? Your coffee is ready. Visto?" Her voice carries through the small cafe, reaching me in the corner to draw me back to the counter. I follow the voice like a siren, the hopefully delicious drink on the other end. "Can I go ahead and get one of those croissant as well?"

"Sure! Not a problem" she tells me, much too cheerfully for someone serving people coffee. How do they do it? Be so cheerful all day long, and make nothing but tips. Whatever the cute monkey behind the counter does to stay so chirpy, she's very good at it. I hand her the cash for the coffee and croissant, dropping the tip and a few more dollars into her tip jar and relieving her of my coffee. I head back to my table with it, setting the croissant down on a napkin and taking my seat again. I lift the cup to my mouth, taking a small sip of it simply for taste and to be wary of the heat.

"Mhhm. That's actually really good. It's fantastic! This might just be the one I got to from now on. Glad I tried it." I take another sip, the rather sweet coffee with a surprisingly bitter underlying test flowing past my lips. I set it off to the side, making sure to keep it away from the edge so as to not spill it, trading the coffee out for the croissant, my stomach rumbling from hunger, not having eaten yet today. I take a bite out of the croissant, the warm, buttery puff of air melting in my mouth.

My computer flashes on when I press the power button, the screen loading up with its Yapple symbol, prompting for the password, which I gladly type in, unlocking my computer. I take another bite of the pastry, setting it down and washing it down with another sip of the coffee. The computer boots up, flashing once before the picture comes up. "Man, I have so many emails." I flip through them, going through and deleting the dozen or so junk emails, leaving only the few I actually need, let alone want.

"Ooh, there's a sale at my favorite clothing shop. Maybe I can get that really nice hoodie that was too expensive before. Looks like my boss wants that project moved forward too. If only he could lay off and let me get it done. Having to respond to each of his emails takes too much time, responding to the emails takes valuable time I could be using to actually do the work he's reminding me about."

"Yeah, bosses suck." I glance up at the rich Russian accent, my eyes following the rather large bear sliding into the chair on the opposing side of the table. "How would you like to be your own boss? You say yes, I can help make it happen."

"You... can make me... my own boss. Huh. What would I be doing? This is a stupid pyramid scheme, isn't it? Whatever it is you want me to buy, I'm not interested."

His belly jiggles as he laughs, his paw clutching his stomach to stop it from bouncing up and down. "No, no, no scam, Visto. That is your name, right? I heard it when you went to get your coffee" he explains, waiting for my nod of affirmation before continuing.

"Allow me to continue. My name is Vlad. When I saw you walk by, I just knew I had to have you. You see, I'm a producer of rather... adult films, and you look perfect to be the star of one. I want to hire you, to be the star of your very own film. The pay is fantastic. Depending on how popular your video is, you may get commission, but I can guarantee a rather large incentive up-front payment, in cash."

I give him a funny look, taking another sip of my coffee, meeting his eyes and seeing in them that look that screams 'I have you now.' This is too good to be true. He wants me to have sex with someone, himself most likely, and get paid for it? That's the kind of offer every guy dreams of receiving. "I'm skeptical, yet intrigued, as I'm sure you understand. What kind of position could you have for a guy like me, anyways?"

His eyes open slightly further, his body weight shifting in the chair so that it leans back, balancing on only the two hind legs, that look in his eye telling me he is now wondering what he got himself into here, obviously surprised at my question. "You're... a guy? I do highly apologize, I honestly thought you were a girl."

Sometimes, it is moments like these that make me hate getting confused for a woman. I am going to need to work out some, get a bit of muscle mass to stop this. There goes the best opportunity ever, right out the window. "Yeah, I've got a dick. Is that a problem?"

His eyes roam over my body, limited by the table just how far down my body his eyes can roam, soaking in what he is able to see. "Oh, no. No problem at all! I was merely surprised at this turn of events. Even with a penis, I still like your looks, and would still like for you to come make a video for me. That is, if you are willing, that is. It takes a strong mind to sit in front of a camera and do naughty acts, knowing that someone, somewhere, will watch it, hopefully a lot of someones somewhere."

I'm still skeptical at this point, as he hasn't even explained exactly what it is he wants me to do, so I decide to get some clarification out of him. "Alright, so, you want me to do something, I still don't even know what, if you would be so kind as to explain, and you want to film me doing whatever it is?" I've finished with my coffee at this point, getting up after balling up my napkin, walking to the trash can to toss both the thin paper and the cup in the garbage while asking him. I return to the table, stowing away my Yapple laptop in it's bag, his eyes seemingly devouring my whole body now that I'm no longer being blocked by the table."

"That all depends, my dear foxy friend. Just how flexible are you, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

"He did say 342 Mildview Height, didn't he?" I glance around, the sign behind me green with the words 'Mildview Height' painted on in white. I double check the scrap of paper in my hand, the address jotted down hastily in the cafe before the bear had left, leaving me with a destination and time. My hand with the paper in it turns, the face of the face of the watch on my wrist coming into view, checking the time on it for perhaps the hundredth time that day, 4:58PM glowing softly. I match the numbers on the paper up to the ones painted in fading green over the hideously blue door; fading yet still clearly reading '342.' I walk up to the door, the bronze knocker looking out of place on the simple door, a decorative knocker in the shape of a pair of breasts looking like it would be much better suited to a door that is much more ornate.

I lift the knocker, dropping it to rap on the door three times as instructed. Barely thirty seconds go by before the door swings open with no noise from the other side to warn me, that same large bear standing there. In the cafe, I noticed it when he left, but he is taller than me. I know I am not too terribly tall, but I do have some height, standing in at a good 6'1 when I stand up straight, yet he tops me by at least six inches, towering over my measly 6'1 height.

"Ah! Visto! Glad you could make it. Come in, come in" he tells me in that thick, Russian accent of his, almost sounding like a command coming from him.

"Vlad. Hello again. Where do you want me?" I follow him through the door, closing it behind me, trailing after the large bear. I glance around the hallway I find myself in, the inside just as hideously decorated as the outside. The walls are fading and peeling, painted a grimy yellow, that looks like it was a lot darker at some point. The walls are bare besides the paint, lacking any sort of adornments or decoration. We exit the short hallway, popping out into what could only be described as the living room. The living room is bare as well, decorated simply with a single desk, chair, and a computer, the walls the same peeling yellow paint as the hallway leading to it.

"Over here Visto, just got a couple things we need to do, before we start on anything." He walks up to the desk, settling himself in the chair in front of the computer, reaching down to open the drawer. His hand vanishes inside, popping back out with a small stack of papers. I walk up myself, following him to the desk. With no chair on the other side, I'm forced to stand, accepting the papers he offers me; my eyes skim over the paper, taking in the details printed there.

"So, basically, this is a contract" he starts to explain. "It states that anything that gets filmed, we get unlimited, unrestricted, unrequited access. Once filmed, it belongs to us, and you get no say in the spread, access, or distribution of the works. As agreed when I met you in the cafe, you get one-half percent of every video sold, plus you also agree to the two grand up front. The first page is where you put in your personal information, and you sign the last page. Everything in-between is the actual contract info."

I read over the contract, making sure I'm not signing my life over to a gang before flipping back to the first page. First question asks for date of birth, so I take the pen from his outstretched hand, writing in the 'March 3, 1990.' Second question, asks for prior adult entertainment experience, a quick 'none' jotted on the line to answer that one. Third question asks how many sexual encounters I have had, but does say it is optional, but I don't mind, filling it out with a quick '2.' The others are just as quick. Personal questions, other income, possible STDs, known STDs, things of that nature.

After filling out the form, flipping to the back and signing it, I pass it back, letting him look over the answers, checking my signature. "Everything check out?"

"Yes, sir. So, twenty-six years old, haven't been with too many people. Well, let's get started then, Visto. If you will be so kind as to follow me, we do all the filming in the back room." He surges ahead, walking through another doorway on the other side of the large room. We pass by a couple of plain wooden doors on our way back, him explaining to me what he expects of me on the way, stopping at one at the end of another hall that seems way too long to be inside such a small house, a red door with a single black rose painted on it awaiting us.

He opens the door, swinging it open to reveal the room beyond, stepping inside. I look around the room, leaving the door open behind me, my eyes immediately to the unassuming bed against the wall. No blankets, just a plain white sheet and a couple of pillows at the head, the same dark red as the door. I look elsewhere, my eyes falling on the two hi-tech cameras in the middle of the room, the light shades next to them casting a glare on the bed so there are no shadows there.

I approach the bed, noticing that the blanket is entirely wrinkle-free, smoothed down flat. I hear the clopping of hooves behind me, turning to face the doorway, fear flooding my body as the nearly eight foot horse enters the room. "You don't expect me to fuck HIM, do you? He's huge, his dick must be even bigger!"

The horse takes a few steps into the room, taking one look a the fear on my face and bursts out laughing, practically doubling over from laughing so hard. "NO! No, do not be alarmed. I'm just the cameraman. I am only here to make sure we get the best possible angle, the whole time. If you would be so kind to start, I'd like you to stand there, next to the bed, and start undressing."

I take my place where he directs, standing beside the bed. He takes his place behind one of the cameras, rolling it around the ground to the left, aiming it at the bed before he moves to the next one, aiming that one at me. My shirt slides off, lifting it above my head slowly, grabbing the hem and revealing only a few inches of fur at a time to the camera. I glance over at Vlad for a brief moment, my shirt covering my eyes soon after, revealing the rest of my chest, making sure I face the camera as instructed by Vlad. By the time I remove the shirt entirely, letting it drop to the floor, Vlad is gone. I look around for him while trying not to look like I'm doing so, but I am unable to find him, assuming he left with other matters to attend to.

I turn back to the camera, my socks and shoes next, pulling my shoes off and dropping them next to my shirt, peeling my socks off next to drape them over the discarded shoes. I sit on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but my pants now, the camera following even that moment as I keep constant eye contact with the lens now. I lift my leg up, not really into it, but it was something Vlad had requested, and for two grand, I wasn't arguing. My left leg finds it's way towards my mouth, and I give my foot a quick whiff, catching the slightly musky smell there, finding out I actually kind of like it, my tongue flicking out and caressing my toes.

I break eye contact with the camera, my eyes closing softly and I press my cheek to my foot, rubbing my own footstink into the fur on my face. I inhale deeply, pressing my nose into the sole of my footpaw, taking in deeply the smell of the sweat saturating the fur on my foot, being trapped within my socks all day, just happening to be a pair I haven't changed in a few days. I take the biggest toe into my mouth, suckling heavily on it to draw the essence off it, cleaning the musky scent off that toe. I suck in more of my foot, pulling in all five toes to suck every one of them, reveling in the taste, able to tell completely that they had been stewing in my old, sweaty socks. My tongue flicks across the claws at the end, running across the sharp tips curving slightly downward.

My foot touches the floor, swapping it out with the other one to repeat the process, my right foot somehow smelling more strongly than my left, my tongue slicking between my toes to mess with the sensitive skin between my toes, the fur starting to stick up from the saliva now coating my right foot, my tongue heavy with my own sweat. When I finish my oral ministrations, I admire my handiwork, my feet actually cleaner than when I get out of the shower.

Both feet touch the floor as I stand again, facing the camera as I undo the button on my pants, taking my time with the zipper to show I can. I turn away from the camera, making sure it gets a clear shot of my rear as I slowly slide my pants down, bending over at the waist to get the boxers hidden underneath to conform to my cheeks, my pants down to my ankles. Using my feet, I step on my pants, pulling out first one leg, then the other, stepping back around to face the camera in nothing but my boxers now. My face feels hot already, blushing in front of the camera already as I massage my groin, rubbing my sheath hidden by just the one layer of clothing.

The bed creaks a little as I climb up onto it, settling down comfortably on my rear with my legs spread, sitting somewhat near the edge. I find myself glancing at the horse, who nods approvingly with a smile on his face, matching my every move with that camera of his, every so often moving to the other one to adjust the angle on that one, not sure why myself with him always drawing my eyes back to the one right in front of me.

I rub my sheath a little more though, forgetting about the other camera for now. My hand creeps inside my boxers to rub directly against the furry barrier, smirking at the lens as if to say 'I know you want to see, but for now, only I get to feel it.' I can feel myself hardening inside, caused by both my own administrations, and the naughtiness of doing something I know that quite a few people will watch. I angle the opening on my shorts in just a way that the red tip poking out of my sheath finds itself poking out of the hole, acting like the fabric is a second sheath. I remove my hand from under my waistband, using it to support myself to take my weight off my other hand. Using my now free paw, I massage the tip of my peeking member, purring softly at the feeling, attempting to coax more of myself out.

As more of my member decides to come out to play, it pokes through the hole on my boxers, kissing the air as it emerges from the warmth of my sheath. I glance down at my member, wrapping my paw around it to start massaging it, jacking myself off to full hardness. When I know I've reached my full length, my paw squeezes into the hole with my member, creating a bulge as I very obviously rub my orbs, the only thing the camera is able to see being the bulge and the tip of my member over my arm.

I withdraw my paw from my shorts, working my thumb under the waistband to work them down my legs, pulling them up my legs, the material blocking sight of my member from the camera, only to leave a much more tantalizing view of my tailhole. My member throbs slightly, and I lower my hips back down to the bed after dropping my boxers over the side of the bed, the camera getting a clear shot of my length, a single drop of pre-cum appearing on the tip, causing it to glisten. With both paws free, I lift my hips off the bed, using my now free paws to spread my cheeks apart, my tailhole spreading open, gaping softly and winking at the camera, showing it off.

My hips lower back to the bed, giving another clear shot of my member, the drop of pre still on the tip of my member, but not for long as I reach up, a finger swiping across my tip to collect it. I lift my hips again, using one paw to pull one of my cheeks apart, the other paw the one with the now slick finger, the digit rubbing around my tailhole, causing it to shine from the light reflected off the light shades, and I work my finger inside. The pre coats my finger, allowing me to work my finger inside, working it in and out of the tight ring of muscle. I stretch it out, pulling my finger free to reveal my wet and gaping hole to the camera.

I start massaging my orbs, moaning quite loudly in the small room, my length now dripping pre, a few drops every few seconds landing on my stomach, rolling my orbs around in their holding sac. My hand creeps down further, cupping my balls in one hand, not quite able to hold them completely in one hand.

I sit up, staring deep into the camera lens, my face burning hotly as I feel myself blushing heavily as what I'm doing hits me like a semi, registering fully in my mind as I sit there with my rod throbbing heavily, leaking pre-cum in front of the camera, the horse behind it still leering at me.

I decide that's enough personal foreplay, wrapping a paw lightly around my knot, giving it a gentle squeeze. I lower my mouth down, arching my back, feeling my vertebrae cracking as I get close enough. My tongue flicks out of my mouth, lapping against my tip, catching the drops of pre, the saltiness exploding across my taste buds, always having liked the taste of my own seed. I press my tongue against the top of my length, flattening it against the head, my tongue scraping over the tip to collect the pre-cum as it leaks out.

I take the head into my mouth, suckling gently on my member, my tongue swirling around the tip. I slide down further of my member, taking it in inch by inch, slowly swallowing the entire member, my lips past the small bump of my knot. Sliding past my knot, I take more and more into my mouth, groaning around my meat from the taste of my pre flowing down my throat and the pleasure of a hot tunnel surrounding my sensitive member.

I slide down the rest of the way, my own member perfect for my body, my flexible back arching in just a way for me to bottom out, my lips touching the base of my cock, kissing the fur of my sheath. I pull off, raising my head up to pull my member out of my mouth, leaving barely an inch inside my mouth, starting to bob up and down on my length, swallowing my pre with each suckle. Each time I go down, a fresh spurt of pre splashes the back of my throat, quickly getting swallowed down, my mouth swimming with the flavor of my pre.

I get a wicked idea, my eyes sparkling with the fiendish idea. I suck softly, and I press my hand to my side, right on my bladder, coaxing it out through my erection, the rod down my throat erupting with the acrid yellow gold. I guzzle it down, my own liquid waste flowing out of my bladder and right back into my body to flow down my throat. I moan softly at the taste, the hot, golden liquid watered down by all the water I've had today. I pull off my rod for the first time, the flow spraying out and onto my face, soaking into my fur to mingle with the sweat I rubbed into my face.

I let out a moan as I sit back slightly to allow the wonderful liquid to splatter a little on my chest, the stream starting to quickly taper off though, so I lower my head back down, taking myself back down my throat, swallowing the last few drops down, swallowing the rest of my rod with it, going down to the knot.

I look back up at the camera, noticing the horse standing behind it sporting a hard-on, the extremely large bulge in his pants making me even more glad I wasn't intended to fuck him. My eyes find their way back to the camera, and I smile around my rod, winking at the camera when I reach my knot, feeling it nice and swollen, just barely too large already for me to get past it, choosing instead to massage it with my free paw, rubbing and squeezing gently on the hard bulb.

Holding my entire length in my mouth, I start sucking, my cock swelling with my knot, throbbing in my mouth, suckling harder to get that last half inch of growth for my length to bump the back of my throat, making me gag around my own meat. I groan even louder, mostly for the benefit of the camera, forgetting it is there soon after, focusing primarily on my own pleasure. I can feel myself getting closer, my body trembling, my rod throbbing heavily inside my mouth, my eyes fluttering behind my eyelids, clenched tightly in pleasure. I give my knot one more squeeze, practically wrenching it sideways I squeeze it so tightly, the orbs I was fondling clenching up, seeming like they are trying to shake right out of their prison.

I'm unable to control the long, deep moan that escapes me, my seed erupting, boiling hot down my own throat, too much of the creamy liquid to swallow, feeling a good portion of it leaking out around my knot, dripping down to plaster the outside of the balls they just left. I guzzle it down, able to feel my cum blasting out of the tip of my member, both on the back of my throat, and in my balls, the eroticism of swallowing my own seed only adding to the pleasure, causing more spurts to erupt, flooding my body with the best pleasure I've had since the first time I ever put my dick inside anything. I let my dick pop out, a few stray spurts splattering my face, the rest dripping down to pool in my fur.

I make eye contact with the lens of the camera, pretending for a moment there is actually someone there watching me, and decide to give them one final part to the show, bending myself further then I ever have, taking one of my still pulsing orbs in my mouth, suckling gently on the ultra-sensitive round ball, cleaning the fur and skin on the outside. I let go, only to move on to the other one, the way my body is contorted forcing me to press me cheek to my dripping length, rubbing the seed there around, ignoring it completely though to focus on the left out testicle, taking it into my mouth and cleaning it off the same way I did it's twin.

I fall back, my back touching the bed, glad to unroll. My back protests, almost screaming at me, staying in the position required to complete the service taking a toll, my back demanding I bend it in the other direction. I ignore it, my ears catching the sound of hooves smacking the hardwood floor around the bed. I lift my head back up, glancing down my nose towards the noise.

"Oh! Hello" I welcome the horse walking towards me with a purpose, no longer hiding behind the camera, noticing he left it behind, but kept both of them trained on the bed I'm laying in. He strolls up to me, the unrestrained lust in his eyes evident as he stalks ever closer, striding up to the bed and unzipping his pants. He spreads open his fly, freeing his giant beast of an erection out of the opening. I can't help myself, gasping loudly as his throbbing meat is put on full display, obviously quite turned on by my performance.

His beast throbs in my face as I sit up to face it, my face paling at it's sheer size, the throbbing piece of meat bobbing in front of me. He sneers down at me, gripping his massive rod with his hand, forcing it to bounce up and down in front of me, the tip flaring slightly, a clear sign of his arousal. I gulp audibly, clearly expected to service the large horse.

He takes a half-step closer, his meat now close enough for me to touch, and even despite the daunting size, I'm drawn to the massive cock, reaching out and wrapping my own paw around it, squeezing him just behind his flare. I pull him closer, knowing that if I hesitate, I'll chicken out of playing with the massive member, and I know I want it.

I give it a lick, my tongue scraping across his head, the rod dry until my tongue hits it, the little bit of saliva I have on my tongue smearing over the flare. I give it another lick, the monster throbbing each time the small organ in my mouth strikes it. I can take it no longer, attacking it with extreme ferocity, hugging the large rod to my face as I do my best to draw it into my mouth, suckling on the flare, feeling it grow in my lips.

"You ready for this? I'm going to paint you entirely" he tells me, pulling it away from my hungry mouth, the slit on the tip of the massive piece of meat opening, a literal fountain of piss blasting out, soaking through my fur as it covers me, mixing with and overwhelming my own. I open my mouth a little to catch some, not angling my mouth well enough to catch it, inadvertently allowing some into my nose, spluttering as the much stronger smelling liquid enters my nostrils, inhibiting my breathing.

I start coughing lightly, the never-ending flow pooling around me, staining my fur, and the sheets, a dark yellow color. I can hear the horse above me moaning in contentment, obviously having been holding it in a lot longer than I was. I feel his hand on my head as he pulls me back, shoving that monster back into my mouth, the flow now forcing itself down my throat, and I'm forced to swallow or drown. It's a rather easy choice, the almost acidic piss flooding my stomach, gulping it down by the mouthful, only for it to fill up seconds later, just to repeat the process.

After what seems like minutes, but must surely only be a few more seconds, his bladder can't be that big, he slowly stops, the flow of that horribly tasting, yet highly erotic golden nectar stops running. I swallow the last partial mouthful of piss, expecting him to pull out now that he's finished doing his business, but he does the opposite, pushing in further.

His other hand grabs my head as well, now holding onto me with both hands, rocking back and forth to work that giant monster inside my mouth in and out. He shoves it into my mouth, that beautiful flared head of his meat trying to force it's way down my throat, causing me to gag on someone else's cock today. Unable to swallow with that massive rod in my throat, I'm unable to swallow very well, saliva leaking out around the intruder with every thrust. I stick my tongue out on his backstroke, pushing it forward so it rubs against his slit, finding a hidden drop of pee inside that hadn't fallen out.

His thrusting speeds up, violating my mouth with that amazing piece of meat, and I love every second, tasting the musk on his rod and that pulsing meat inside my mouth and rubbing my tongue. I let him keep it up, his hands moving up to grab my ears, using them as handlebars to get more leverage and speed, using my mouth as his own toy. I purr into the monster, my eyes closed in pure bliss as I let him fuck my mouth, the massive thing starting to tremble, able to hear the the horses breathing getting as fast as his thrusting.

I hear the massive horse grunt, and a couple of heartbeats later, I feel it expanding, the flare getting thicker and harder, starting to fill my mouth, forcing it so I am unable to close my mouth further than half-way. I reach up with a palm, doing my best to wrap it around the giant monster cock, barely able to get it half way around his shaft. I rub it around, the blood engorged member below my hand throbbing in turn with each thrust, feeling the veins bulging out as it pumps the blood to that delicious flare.

I grasp it more firmly, loving the feeling of the pulsing, throbbing beauty, the equine cock just raring to burst in my mouth, and I can't wait any longer, letting him slip further into my mouth, barely able to let it very far, but taking as much of it down my throat as possible, gagging heavily on it. I can feel it expanding just a little more, practically lodging itself in my throat, and I feel it vibrating as his cum rockets up the monster, blasting out of the slit on the top to flood my stomach, mixing with that delicious yellow piss he already deposited there, not even needing to swallow with the force of his orgasm. A fleeting thought runs across my mind, wondering why he came so quickly, only able to determine he must have pawing off behind the camera, the naughty horse.

Each pump of that glorious rod adds more cream to my already full belly. I get sad though, the only taste on my tongue that massive piece of meat that is also currently gluing my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, holding it there like a prisoner. I get my wishes rather quickly though when he yanks himself out of my mouth, keeping it inside the warm confines of my mouth to give me a few spurts, having that delicious cream now able to flood my taste buds, another pang of sadness hitting me as it wipes away the taste of the piss to replace it with that creamy goodness. I gulp it down to make room for another spurt, knowing the massive equine must have equally massive balls for producing so much semen, the single spurt able to flood my mouth, but I don't swallow this one, letting it simmer in my mouth, soaking into every pore so I don't forget his taste. I manage to smirk still as he pulls that massive cock out, his hands leaving my head as he uses both to jack himself off, causing spurt after spurt of the jizz to splatter all over my face, and he lowers it to point at my chest, covering my whole chest with that slimy goodness.

I let him cover me, and notice he is just far enough away that I can reach, raising both of my feet to grasp his spurting cock, using them to replace his hands, working my feet up and down his shaft, the last few spurts spraying out, most of it leaking onto my foot and between my toes as I cover his slit with the digits, feeling that salty white cream ooze between them, the horse panting openly with his tongue hanging out like a dog as his orgasm subsides, taking a step back.

My mouth opens to reveal a puddle of cum hidden between my lips to the camera, swirling it around with my tongue, letting it rest for a moment before I swallow it down. That amazing equine takes his place back behind the camera, and I decide I need one more taste. Leaving all that cum on my face and chest, the only place I want to clean is my feet, now that they're dirty again. Making sure to meet the camera's eye again, I start cleaning my left foot once more, pulling it towards me to lap at the creamy, gooey, delicious cum between my toes, licking it right out of the fur. After only a few licks, my white toes become black again, the jizz sticking easily to my tongue, renewing the taste, practically able to feel the sperm swimming down my gullet when I swallow.

Cleaning the last of the cum up, I relax back, all of my limbs splayed out around me. I look back up, picking my head up to stare the camera down, ending the film the way Vlad asked me to, my rod still sticking straight up, dripping a conglomeration of juices, my body covered in the combination of equine cum plus my own, and not to mention both of our yellow nectar. "Good night, guys, glad you enjoyed the show. Too bad you weren't here, or you could have added your lot too" I promise the camera and the viewers on the other side with a wink, the sensation of cum, most of it not mine, causing my own rod to stay hard after my own mindblowing orgasm.

"CUT!" My head slams around, noticing Vlad for the first time, wondering how long he has been standing there watching. "That was fantastic! Simply marvelous! I would not have changed a single thing! You did great, Visto, are you sure this was your first time? I had to fight myself from jumping into bed with you!"

"I must agree. In all my years behind the camera, I have done a lot of shoots. I mean a lot. That, though, was, by far, the hottest thing I have ever seen. I'm so glad I was allowed to participate this time around, I know I wouldn't have been able to control myself." The whole time he'd been behind the camera, the horse had not said a single word until it was time for him to get in front of the camera.

Vlad walks up to me, starting to speak again, "Visto, I apologize for what I am about to do, as it is entirely unprofessional, but please do not think ill of me," he starts, leaving me no time to say anything when he takes a step closer, leaning in and licking my face clean of every spot of equine cum with that broad, rough tongue of his. When he's done, he steps back, looking quite content with himself, and not entirely sorry for what he had done, obviously having tasted the horses semen before. I can't help but start laughing at that, the giant of a horse joining in.

"Come, Visto, I will show you to the shower, then you can get dressed. The money is in the envelope on the table in the front room, and your clothes will still be there when you are done showering." He drags me behind him, herding me towards the bathroom that was actually the first door we passed, leading me to wonder what the other three doors could be. He turns the knob on that first door, pushing it open to show me the rather unassuming shower, just a plain thing that looks like it has had a much better upkeep than the front room though.

"Alright, Visto my boy, we have your number, and I can already tell that we will definitely be in contact with you again. Go ahead and get cleaned up, you've earned it" he tells me as he heads deeper into the house, back to that red door if I saw correctly, probably to chat with the horse about his performance, leaving me to shower.

"I think my future is going to be full of fun, sex, and money. I can't wait."